You and Me

chapter 1

 3 and 1/2 days Since Veralee was told that her future was now given away and not just to anyone. To the prince Jacaerys Velaryon. The heir to the iron throne. She sat by the window sill contemplating what her life would be like now. One this was for sure the pressure was burning into her mind; she was not ready to be a wife let alone royalty. Being married of was something Veralee dreaded, Not everyone was as lucky as her friend Desdemona. She was lucky in sense she was not being married of to some really old jerk, but still, she heard during the dragon dance how family turned on family and did vile and unimaginable things including killing the prince Aemond. Targaryens were dangerous,  and now Vera was going to be forced into this family she will have to make home. She would have to raise her children in such a vulgar environment. Oh gods children. Veralee could not be a mother. She didn't know how. Lacking a mother in life scared her of messing up children's lives, seeing the impact it made on their family after losing their mother. Veralee hadn't even had an opportunity to meet her friends. Her father forbade it, the closest she got was sending secret letters through Maggie. Her fathers out burst to her reaction did not go so well.

"what" vera asked shocked.

"the term is pardon Vera. 'what' is just a street term that the higher people cannot use, especially since we are about to have a union with royalty." Cyril lectured his daughter. 

"why would you do this?" Veralee asks ignoring her father feedback on her manners.

"because it was good for our dynasty." he replied.

"I am your daughter not some price you pay to expand your business" Veralee talked back for the first time in her life, because she could not let her future for her fathers greed.

"no, it's more that that. You are granted a very good future good and bring our family in relation to royalty further giving a better value to our name for your siblings" Cyril elaborates.

"Father you have heard the tales. they are vile. how can you sell me of to them. do you not care for me" Veralee asks.

"I am doing things because I care for you" Cyril retorts. "now, enough is enough. There is nothing you can do to change my mind"

"Father ple-" Veralee starts.

"Stop! Veralee just stop and go to your chambers" Cyril warned

"Fath-" Veralee attempts again.

"JUST SHUT UP! DO NOT QUESTION ME. I AM YOUR FATHER, I OWN YOU AND I MAY DISPOSE OF YOU AS I SEE FIT. YOU ARE NO DOUGHT ONE OF THE MOST STUPIDEST GIRL I HAVE MET. DO YOU NOT GET YOUR JOB. YOU OBEY YOUR FATHER UNTIL HE IS GIVEN YOU OF AND THEN YOU OBEY YOUR HUSBAND. IT IS NOT THAT HARD. YOUR TASK IN LIFE IS TO GET MARRIED TO MAN OF MY CHOICE AND THAN YOU CAN BE YOUR HUSBAND'S BURDEN!" Cyril finally snaps. Veralee eyes looked like glass with the heavy tears she held back. Her face was as red a tomato. Veralee inhaled a sharp breathe before she could reply, but her voice was so shakey she decided it be best to leave before breaking down. Veralee's boots echoes through the room as she stormed out of her fathers study.

A tear slid down Vera's face upon remembering the conversation. Veralee hated crying infront of people she didn't hold back in private tho. When she was younger she hated crying it sometimes made her face red; but Veralee's mother use to tell her it made her eyelashes longer and prettier. It was a little lie that her mother told her to not feel so bad when she cried. And as of now it seems like it was all she could do. There was a knock on the door, dragging Veralee out of her thoughts, she hastily wiped her face.

"come in" she voices.The door opened to reveal a blonde curly haired women. Veralee immediately felt comfort knowing it was Maggie. Maggie looked at Vera's face seeing it was slightly red indicating she was crying but choose to ignore it, which Veralee was so thankful for.